I was wilting
I was dying
Suffering in a garden,
adorned with dead flowers
I was alone
A small and blue rose
Facing the world by myself
I was sad and wanted to wilt
Wanted my petals to fall
A gardener came one day
Tall and a little chubby
And planted a tall red rose
It loomed over right next to me
It looked down at me
And a small yet happy and vibrant rose petal slowly fell
and landed on my sad and dull blue ones